Mafia Boss's Princess (ON HOLD.)

Chapter 4

    I strolled threw the opened steel metal doors, two guards holding the large double doors for me, Delaney, Marco and Angelo. I gave a short bob of my head, to the two guards, them returning it, with a added smile. Delaney bobbed her head at the two, as they returned the gesture. We made our way down the left hallway, then taking a right. We reached a pair of similar steel doors, that I've entered a lot recently. Me and Delaney greeted the two muscular built guards on either sides, as they opened the doors, wide enough for me to see two tied up, sat men on either side of a tightly tied up woman, with a stuffed sock between her smeared scarlet red lips.

    I strolled into the empty gray room, followed by Delaney, her eyes trained upon the tied up trio. I couldn't help but let out a humor filled laugh, as my eyes gazed at the rather useless sight. The woman's dark brown eyes narrowed at me, making me laugh even more. She had long matted, greasy hair. She had a petite frame, wearing a ripped, tight dark purple dress. Her tan skin held bruises and scratches, clearly showing she attempted escape. My eyes traveled to her left, to be greeted by a well built man, in his early 20's. He had short cropped dark blonde hair, and forest green eyes, matched with a sharp jawline, holding a light stubble. He was clearly attractive in my book, but business is business. My eyes shifted upon the woman far right, a tall lanky man sat tied tightly around the chair, alike the other two. He had dark shaggy brown hair, that hung just above his light brown eyes. All in all, the trio wasn't harsh to the eye. I shifted my gaze toward Marco and Angelo, on either side of the now closed double doors.

"Any idea how these bitches got here?" I asked, my attention upon Marco.

"They traded upon your father." Marco explained, making me bob my head. I titled my head toward the jet black metal table, to the left of the doors, expecting Delaney to follow. We reached the table, as our eyes roamed over the weapons. She grabbed a clip pointed knife, as I followed her decision, grabbing a spear pointed knife.

"I get the boys, you get the hooker." I explained, causing the useless b***h to grunt, making Delaney shake her head. She walked over to the hooker, her palm smacking harshly against her tear stained cheek, letting a echoed slap throughout the silent room.

    I strolled my way over toward the blondie, holding a petty smirk upon my face. I placed my perfectly manicured diamond nail under his chin, lifting it, forcing his gaze upon me.

"Ya' know, its sad it has to end this way, you aren't to bad looking." I commented, as he let out a grunt.

"Too bad." He replied, a disgusting smirk plastered upon his attractive face. I removed my manicured finger from under his chin. I lifted my hand, smacking my palm harshly against his his cheek, as I received no reaction. My father taught these men far too many things, sad for it to go to waste.

"How idiotic of you to trade on my father, incompetent man." I replied, as he let out a distasteful snicker, making me cringe.

    I lifted my sharp bladed knife, holding it against his neck, slicing it against his rough skin. His face held no expression, as life faded from his forest green eyes. I removed my knife, as his thick scarlet blood trickled in small streams down his pale skin. I shoved my knife into his chest, as he let out a short cough, before his body fell limp.

    I looked over to Delaney, as she was torturing the young woman. She held large fresh slices throughout her tan body, as Delaney was teasing her. I removed my bloodied knife from his unmoving chest, pivoting upon my boots, walking back to the table. I dropped the scarlet coated knife upon the black table, picking up my pistol. I swiveled, walking just a few feet from the tied lanky snitch. I held the gun with my right hand, pointed just in the middle of his covered forehead. I lifted my left hand, ushering Delaney to step away.

    I made sure she moved, as she removed her knife from within the wiggling woman's flesh, backing up toward the wall. I applied my left hand upon the Matt black pistol. I pulled the trigger, blasting it threw the cold air, and into the scums forehead. I watched as his brains splattered upon the room, landing upon the woman. She let out a hushed scream, as she continued to rock the chair, her eyes wide with fear and disgust. The mans chair fell back upon the concrete flooring, creating a growing pool of blood. Delaney took my pistol from my hands, as she handed me her knife. She lifted the pistol, blasting a bullet into the woman's chest, as her body went limp, bending over. Blood spilled from her chest, as she coughed up continuous blood. We both walked over, dropping the weapons upon the once neat table.

   We walked our way toward the double doors, Marco and Angelo pulling them open for us. We strolled out, as the two stood guards nodded their heads. Marco and Angelo shut the doors, following closely behind us. We eventually made it toward the exiting large double doors, as they were quickly pulled open, granting us access to the pouring rain. Me and Delaney stood behind the wide doors, as Marco and Angelo went and pulled up the SUV. Angelo hopped out the passenger, rounding the car. He opened the door for us, as we walked swiftly toward it, climbing in.

    After about 1 hour and a half, we finally made it to the large tan mansion, my father and I's home. Delaney decided she'd stay the night, as she usually did. My father easily accepted her, as her father is the underboss. Marco pulled the SUV up toward the covered porch, as Angelo slipped out, opening the door. We heaved ourselves out, as Angelo made his way toward the large Oak double doors. Marco pulled off with the SUV, to go park it in the large garage. Angelo finally opened the doors, revealing an empty entrance. My eyes raked over the two spiral staircases, to be greeted by nothing. I shrugged my shoulders, as I made my way to the third floor, while Delaney made her way to the second. 

    I finally reached my bedroom door, opening it wide, turning around and shutting it as well as locking it. I was greeted by my large king, covered with my neatly laid white comforter, pale pink and white pillows splayed against my off white plush headboard. My bathroom door to the far left, my couch and t.v area to the far right. My closet doors to the opposite side, and my large vanity to the left of the double closet doors. My walls were a soft pale pink, with a gray accent wall, behind my bed.

    After a few minutes of skimming threw my closet for something to wear, I decided on a pair of baby pink silk pajama pants, with a matching button up long sleeve. I trudged out of my closet, heaving myself upon my comforting bed. I quickly snuggled under the comforter, trying to allow sleep to take me, only to be denied. I laid awake, as my gaze bored into the wall. My mind began to travel upon my mother, as I laid upon my side, sleepless.